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May 2022
Left
Aghast, Agape, Aggrieved
The open mouth of the
-Cave-
Yawns at me (ME!)
Ice breath washes over my face
(It) smells like the sea
below where we know;
where creatures live
that do not
-Breathe-
and never Grow
;
Copywrited
Athena
Written by
Athena  20/F
(20/F)   
127
     Brian Turner and Edmund black
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